Backyard Pirates

Have you ever spent a night
outside in a tent?
chips and marshmallows
lanterns and pillows
Frolicking fun with good friends and
food mother sent

Backyard becomes a pirate's den
of thieves and foes
swords and swashbucklers
playfights and chucklers
Telling scary ghost tales of dungeons below

Night falls with thick darkness
a child's Brigadoon
loud whippoorwills hark
owls flap in the dark
Fears rise with the glow of
the smirking full moon

Time to tuck in, long night filled
with wonder and thrills
menacing shadows
thoughts of cruel gallows
Now eyes closing, in spite of
a fight with our wills
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Kimathi Avatar
February 3, 2017 at 1:12 PM
Hi Kimberly. Congrats for having your poem featured in the Poetrysoup homepage!!! ;-)
Gray Avatar
March 10, 2015 at 8:34 AM
Great write Kimberly!.
Shaw Avatar
March 10, 2015 at 9:20 AM
Thank you, William! I truly appreciate the feedback as I am very new to poetry and desire to learn and improve my writing. Hugs, Kimberly
Forshay Avatar
March 8, 2015 at 11:58 AM
I really enjoyed this piece, Kimberly. It's nice to sit back and remember the times when life was so simple and fun.
Shaw Avatar
March 8, 2015 at 1:33 PM
Thank you for sharing that, Matt! I really appreciate your kind remarks. Have a lovely day. Hugs, Kimberly
De La Luna Avatar
March 7, 2015 at 8:44 PM
Love this piece, KimBerly! Fun and nostalgic!
Shaw Avatar
March 7, 2015 at 9:13 PM
Thank you Hija! It was really fun to write. I'm happy that you enjoyed it.xx
Lamoureux Avatar
March 7, 2015 at 4:56 PM
This is so much fun! Thanks for bringing back memories.
Shaw Avatar
March 7, 2015 at 8:12 PM
Hi Richard, I'm glad you enjoyed it! Thank you for the nice remark. Hugs, Kimberly
Lawless Avatar
March 7, 2015 at 4:18 PM
Ah, memories - the one thing we never forget. I once built an "igloo" for my son and several of his friends, and my wife served them hot chocolate and burgers for supper on ice.
Shaw Avatar
March 7, 2015 at 4:36 PM
Hi John, yes I have built an igloo as well. So much fun! The poem was strictly fictional, but I hope you enjoyed it! Hugs, Kimberly
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